The Faded Photograph

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The rain hit the tin roof like a handful of gravel. Thomas did not flinch. He sat on the edge of the cot, his back against the cold brick wall. The cellar was damp. The air tasted of rust and old sweat. Outside, the muffled thud of artillery shook the dust from the ceiling beams. It was a rhythmic, heavy beating. Like a giant heart struggling to stay alive. Margaret sat across from him. She...

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